I don't own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson.

Harry looked out the window of the train and sighed. He was leaving Hogwarts after his fifth year. It had been amazing, his adventures and all. He hope That he'll go back next year. The train pulled to a stop at the station and Harry grabbed his bag from overhead. He slid the compartment door open and got lost in the small hallway of first year Gryffindors. Harry stepped off the train and up to a bored yet irritated Uncle Vernon.

"Hello Uncle." Harry said politely. His uncle grunted and grabbed his shoulder, leading me to an old beat up car. Harry rolled his eyes at his childish manners, but knew to expect nothing less. The three hour ride home was silent. We spoke of nothing, as he usually did not like to speak to me other than to yell at me, tell me He was stupid, or give me chores. He know, great uncle right.

As we pulled into the drive-way my uncle hurried out of the car at an alarming rate for such a chubby man. He didn't wait for me, but he at least left the door unlocked after he slammed it in my face. Harry lugged my bags into the living room and set them down a moment to rest. That when Harru knew things were weird.

Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley all sat on the couch staring at him with big smiles on their faces. Something was wrong, horribly, horribly wrong.

"Ummm, hello?" Harry said unsure. Dudley's face was red and Harry knew he was about to combust if he didn't share what their little secrete was. Sure enough, he stood straight up and began to dance around in his footy pajamas singing, "He's gone! He's gone!" Harry wrinkled his brow in confusion.

"Who's gone?" Harry asked. Aunt Petunia spoke.

"What Dudley meant to say was that we are sending you away. We have picked at random some woman who looked fit enough to care for a child and she has agreed to adopt you." She said stoically.

Harry blinked.

"Well, bloody say something boy!" Vernon shouted. His face was filled with glee.

Harry suddenly broke into a big smile.

"WOOHOO!" was the last thing He said before racing up the stairs with Hedwig squawking in her cage. He grabbed things at random and threw them into the nearest bag He had, grabbed my previous bag with all of my school things in it, and raced downstairs.

"Details! I need details!" Harry shouted. They were still on the couch in shock at my happiness.

"Her name is Sally Jackson. She has been informed you were a-special, and she will know where to send you for school. She has her own son, only two years older than you." Petunia said.

"She accepted that I am a wizard?" Harru ask as they winced at the word but nodded.

"Well, that's odd. But I'll take it. When do I go?" Harry said excitedly.

"She was so excited—God knows why—to meet you, that she has agreed to drive all the way here to come get you herself. She should be on a boat right now. She will be here by morning. She is bringing her son because these are his last few days before he returns to some summer camp he goes to every year." Vernon said.

"Wait, boat? Where are they from?" Harry ask her.

"America, Upper-East Side of Manhattan to be exact." Aunt Petunia said excitedly. She always had this thing about Americans and their funny accents.

The three Dursley's stared at me in excitement. Harry knew they were excited to get rid of me, but He didn't care. He could hug them at the moment. That night Harru could hardly go to sleep, but when He did, He dreamed of what it would be like in America.

Just then the door bell rang.

Harry raced from his spot at the foot of the stairs where he had been sitting committedly for most of the morning. He swung the door open and was greeted by brown hair woman with kind eyes and a kind smile. Harry had instantly liked her.

Aunt Petunia had spent all morning cleaning and the rooms looked spotless. The Dursley's were all dressed in their very best clothes, enforced by Aunt Petunia as well. Harry wore what he normally wore, a T-shirt and jeans. Harry was relieved to see that Sally Jackson was dressed casually as well. I stepped aside to let her in and as she passed by him Harry could tell that she smelled like cookies. He was about to close the door after her when a hand caught it. A hand connected to a teenage boy. He had raven hair, even darker than his own, and emerald sea green eyes. He was tan and muscular. Not the kind of burly muscular, but lithe and smooth like a swimmer. He stared at me and pushed the door open slightly.

"Forget I was coming too?" he said. He had a melodious voice, but there was something about it hat just made me uneasy, like he was mischievous. He smirked at Harry's red face.

"S-sorry." He stammered out. He walked up to his mother with the grace and agility of a cat. More like panther. Harry thought.

"Hello, I am Sally Jackson! This is my son Percy!" Sally said. Percy waved; a lazy movement of his hand.

Harry had noticed something strange about him. Every part of skin that was showing on him had a scar. Both of his hands had scars on the top, and his left had a long thin scar running down his palm, like he'd caught a blade in his hand.

He had a small scar right under his eyebrow, no longer than the length of the nail on my pinky finger, and you could only see it if you were looking. He had a scar on the back of his neck that definitely looked like it hurt. And as he was wearing a T-shirt you could see his arms, which had a various amount of scars that ranged from small to large, going up the muscles and all the way down to his hands.

He seemed nice enough though. For the next three hours he politely socialized along with his mom to the surprisingly hospitable Dursley's. Maybe my aunt and uncle were just excited to meet an American. Harry took the time to write a letter of all this to Ron and Hermione, and He went to go put it into the mail box.

As Harry walked back inside He saw that Percy was carrying all of my four bags, which weighed about sixty pounds each, mind you, with ease. He gracefully loped to their rental car and put them into the trunk. He walked back in, looking at me for only a moment, before going back to his mother's side.

Strange boy. STRONG boy. He looked like he'd carried that and more as he handled my bags. Odd character.

But Harry guess He should just be thankful that he and his mother had agreed to take him in. when He went back inside I saw Sally and Percy stand to leave.

"Well, we won't keep you any longer. Thank you so much, we appreciate it." Aunt Petunia said. Sally smiled and she said goodbye to all three. Percy smiled and waved and followed his mother to the car.

"Well, goodbye." They nodded and shooed me out and He ran out the door, not once looking back.

Sooo, you're a wizard huh? Must be fun." Percy ask him glared at him like he thought Percy was teasing him or something.

"You don't believe me do you?" Harry said harshly. Percy glared at his tone.

"I DO believe you. Why shouldn't I believe you? My dad's a god."

Harry stared at him in disbelief.

"WHAT?" He screamed. "That's not possible!" He have never really thought about religion, but He knew there was generally only ONE God, and that was THE God. He must be lying.

"You're lying, I don't believe you!" Harry said stubbornly, crossing his arms and glaring at him. He raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, you don't believe me like I 'didn't believe you'? I DID believe you, and now YOU don't believe ME." Percy said. He sounded witty, he downplayed the harshness in his voice so his mother wouldn't hear, but he let him have it with the glare he was giving him. Believe me or I'll cut you, was what his eyes said.

Harry cowered a little at his gaze, but managed to remain strong willed.

"Explain and I might believe you." Harry said softer.

"Well, really, if there are wizards why can't there be people like me?" Percy said matter-of-factly. Harry shrugged and motioned for him to continue.

"Okay, so, have you heard about the ancient Greek gods?" Harry nodded. Hermione had gone on and on about them for a full month

—and by now He was really good with it—after finding a book about it in the library. Sometimes Harry really hated that place.

"Well," Percy continued, "they're real. I am a demigod."

Harry's eyes widened, but He somehow found myself believing him. The words 'demigod' and 'Percy' just seemed to go together. Harry nodded at him to keep going.

"My father is Poseidon, God of the Seas, Earthshaker, and Stormbringer." Harry was amazed. Hermione will LOVE to hear about this.

"Wow, it will be so cool having a brother like you." Harry said. It had sort of slipped out, and my face immediately went red. Percy blushed.

"Yeah." He said. He turned back around. I smacked my forehead at my pure stupidity.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to sound weird!" Harry said hurriedly. He chuckled.

"Whatever, it's cool." Harry sighed in relief. At least he didn't think He was weird.

...

The next three hours we rode in the car in silence. Every time Percy would reach for the radio (every five minutes) his mother would slap his hand and tell him to sing himself if he wanted music. He would momentarily glare at her, the just roll his eyes and look out the window. The one time his hand actually made it to the radio and touched it, rock music blasted out of the speakers and the car swerved. He sat down after that. Then we went on the boat to cross the water. I was officially headed to America.

"So, what do you think so far of your friends from across the pond?" Percy said as he walked up to me. He had really been enjoying the boat ride, which seemed to be going much slower than it should. But that was probably just Percy, wanting the ride to last longer.

"Americans are...not as fat as I imagined." I said mockingly. He narrowed his gaze and aimed for a swipe at my head, but I ducked. I laughed.

"That's not funny! Not all Americans are fat!" he shouted. I noticed that the clouds were getting darker, as if a storm was coming. The waves were getting much bigger, threatening to topple us. Percy's face was angry. He probably didn't realize what he was doing. I held my hands out in front of me.

"Sorry! Sorry! I've just heard so many stereotypes." I said. The waves went back to their normal size and the sun came out.

"Thought so." Percy said smirking. Maybe he did know what he was doing.

So yes chapter one is done. I love Percy Jackson and Harry Potter so why not a crossover.